Semua Bab Steamy Chronicles collections : Bab 51 - Bab 60

JOSH :The sun dipped low on the horizon, casting a golden hue over the quiet suburban street. Josh stood on the doorstep, his heart pounding with a mix of nerves and anticipation. He had just met Clara, Clad’s mother, earlier that day at the local coffee shop. She was stunning—her long, wavy hair cascading over her shoulders, her smile warm and inviting. When she mentioned she was making dinner and invited him over, he couldn’t refuse. Clad, her son, was out working late, and the thought of spending time with her alone was both thrilling and dangerous.The door creaked open, and there she stood, dressed in a silk robe that clung to her curves. Her eyes sparkled with a mixture of curiosity and something darker, something Josh couldn’t quite place. “Come in, Josh,” she purred, stepping aside to let him enter. The house smelled of garlic and herbs, a homey aroma that contrasted sharply with the electric tension in the air.As he stepped inside, Clara closed the door behind him, her

A routine hangout between friendsDeborah and Tracy take an unexpectedturn when a simple question sparks a nightof intimate revelations and passionateexploration. As they share a bottle of wineand a movie, the air grows heavy withunspoken desires. A kiss leads to a deeperconnection, and they…**********************It was supposed to be a normal hangout. Just movies and wine, the usual gossip, and laughter echoing off the walls of Deborah’s apartment. But something in the air tonight felt different. Softer. Heavier. I couldn’t quite put my finger on it, but it was there, lingering like the faint scent of her lavender candle that always seemed to drift through the room. We’d been friends for years, close enough to share secrets but never crossing that invisible line. Tonight, though, that line felt blurred, like it was drawn in disappearing ink.We were sprawled on her couch, a bottle of Cabernet between us, the TV flickering with some rom-com neither of us was watching. Debor

Blaire life was a mess, her husband was barely Around, and she is always horny but no one To satisfy her craving. Porn was not doing enough And then her brother-in-law Fred came over.He might be the only one to satisfy her craving.********************Blaire was horny, very horny she could tell, from her erotic dreams which she always had to her nipple getting hard underneath her silk nightgown.Her husband's dick, Peter, flashed in her mind, hard, fucking her roughly. She sighed. She looked down at her mounds, which were throbbing badly to be touched, fucked. Damn it.She was wet, she started massaging it, rubbing it, touching her hardened nipples slowly. She closed her eyes and leaned her head backward.She felt another squirt came from her as the sunlight cast warm glow through her room. Her golden hair shone underneath it like a sun kiss.It was sinful, erotic and she miss her husband so damn much. She misses his kiss, his touch, and every good that came with Peter itself.He

Fred's first peek at his sister in law pussy made his erect cock jerked, and he feared for a moment that it would go off. But it did not. He pulled Blaire's panties off her feet and tossed them aside.He leaned against one of her legs, holding it in place against the bed, while he grasped the other and tied a stocking around its ankle.He expanded that stocking to a lower corner of the bed and coiled it securely around the frame. He wrenched her other leg towards the opposite corner of the bed and tied it in the same manner. Now she was spread wide open to his lustful gaze.Blaire was horrified at how her body responded, she had never felt so humiliated. But the realization that her pussy was utterly exposed to her brother-in-law’s eyes, plus the sight of his cock, sticking up fiercely from below his belly, give rise to an erotic excitement that she couldn't control. Her pussy dripped wet and Fred could not help but grin as he watched it drip wetly and her cum soaked her pussylips.H

He remained in the apartment for the entire day, and he wouldn't allow her to go out. That was all right with Blaire, because she didn't feel like facing people, anyway. The shame of what she had done with her brother in law was like a weight around her neck. She wasn't able to shrug it off, because of the enjoyment she had derived. Though he had forced her to do those terrible things, she had to admit he had liked them.She tried to avoid looking at him, and she spoke only when necessary. This made for a very strained atmosphere, but Fred didn't mind. He looked forward to that night and was confident that she would respond to him then.Blaire tried not to think about what lay ahead she couldn't think about her husband, either. She went through the day feeling numb beneath her heavy load of guilt.She prepared a dinner for Fred and herself, and afterwards they watched television. She kept her eyes trained on the screen and hardly said a thing. Fred continually glanced at her and sm